AN: About the same length as yesterday's drabble; this one is partially my fault. Also slash-ish, though not in the conventional sense... but still, if you don't want to see slash every time you see these two, I'd suggest you don't read it. ^.^ I won't blame you.
Takes place during a ten-second match (like, oh, say, yesterday's... ~winky face~), so the rules are a bit different.
Disclaimer: I disclaim. ^.^
Orton leans against the pole in one corner of the ring, doubled over and trying to stop himself from sliding to the ground. He does, and Punk watches, smirking at his mini-victory in this larger battle. The Ref starts to count out the seconds that Orton's down: one… two…three…
Punk swaggers over cockily and grabs Orton by the head. He pulls him to his feet slowly, almost carefully or, if people didn't know better than to think it, gently… He stares at Orton in a considering fashion for a few moments and the crowd waits to see what he'll do. He drags Orton up to full height and leans forward….
"He's going to do it! He's going to do it!" Michael Cole shouts with glee, not elaborating on what "it" is.
Booker T elaborates for him, but that isn't useful: it only comes out as overenthusiastic gibberish, though some words can be made out here and there. "…one of the most dangerous moves! …banned in some states… incredibly risky…!"
The crowd, puzzled, watches for Punks next move.
The definitely don't expect him to pull the larger man forward until he's kissing him. Orton is too dazed still to fight back, or maybe he's just in shock now, because no one saw this coming. Was it even in the script? And the crowd feels tempted to look away (except for some fangirls, who have pulled out their phones and are recording this moment with glee) as the kiss grows a bit deeper and more passionate and thoroughly awkward for everyone involved…
Suddenly, Punk knees Orton in the groin. Orton goes down like a ton of bricks, curling in on himself in a feeble effort to protect his fragile bits. "The Kiss of Death!" Michael Cole announces triumphantly, not seeming to share all of the other men's empathetic pain at Orton's fate. Orton stays down on the ground for the ref's count of ten (really someone more like thirty seconds, the poor man really isn't going anywhere). "C M Punk is the WINNER!"
Punk grins unabashedly at the audience, some of whom erupt in cheers because Punk has finally won a Pay-Per-View match.
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